Title: Wings Do Not Count
Prompt: Written for copper_on_mars christmas stocking on livejournal.
"No, Gabriel, I will not listen. I am late for yoga."
"Hey, I'm all about yoga. It's healthy and hard work, and . . . and have I mentioned my complete turnaround?"
"There are seven chocolate bars on your person, Gabriel."
"It's a work-in-progress, Gabriel defended. "Besides, the extra limbs are kind of like cheating, aren't they?"
"On the contrary, they allow for newer, more difficult forms. You forget that I helped to create this art." Kali moved him aside firmly while continuing to dress and brush her hair simultaneously. "Go home, Gabriel. You may continue groveling tomorrow."
"Why can't I . . ."
"Good evening, Kali. Gabriel."
"What is he doing here?" Gabriel demanded, pointing with chocolate bar #5 (he is an anxious eater).
Castiel merely tilted his head to one side. Kali sighed heavily.
"He has come to escort me to Arachne's for an evening of yoga, Gabriel."
"You just said I couldn't go because I didn't have enough limbs-which I so do," the Trickster sat back smugly.
"Wings do not count," Kali refuted. "And your little brother is astonishingly flexible for an angel."
Castiel bowed his head modestly. "I owe it to my vessel."
"Kali, I can-"
Kali took a deep breath, handed off her metaphysical gym bag to Castiel, and stepped into Gabriel's space. She firmly pinned his hands behind his back, stepped on his feet, took his face with another set of hands, and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
"Gabriel, you have my permission to continue groveling tomorrow."
His mouth worked quietly for a moment, before he looked up at her with big hopeful eyes. "You promise?"
"Yes. Go home. Do not eat your weight in sugar. Good night, Gabriel." And Kali firmly sent him on his way.
"He will not stay there," Castiel commented dryly.
"No," Kali sighed. "Angels are so needy."